I have this vision of Bob Crane escaping on Hogan's Hero's and him finding and beating Osama to death with a camera tripod but I can't put it together yet. Maybe I need some of that stuff from the prior thread.

Ever notice how lame the bad guys turn out to be after they loose all control of their image, as in dying. When we eventually learn their private lives, they are always terribly pathetic, vain, weak men. I'm not sure they start out that way but power may cause a degradation to the soul and character.

If we had this Bin Laden Home video we wouldn't have had to find the bastard.

We just saw a coyote napping in our yard. It awoke when a red fox scampered by, and then the coyote gave chase to the red fox.

This incident explains why I don't believe in electronic fences. You can keep the dogs in, but you can't keep the critters out.

True, but keeping the pups out of the street is the purpose for which they're used.

PS Tell the coyotes and foxes to stay on their side of the Big Muddy. You-know-who is armed and dangerous.

(believe it or don't, she was once contacted by Special Forces looking for someone who could be trained in demolition and communication. we always thought they mistook her for a man with the same name, but, given her background, one never knows, do one?)

Speaking of nature, the Green Progressives holding their unconfirmed Czar status or, just hanging out in the UN money pit, plan edicts to declare human rights for nature. I guess goddess gaia is getting serious about respecting her jurisdiction. It seems so easy....just call CO2 a pollutant, or ...just call the flora and fauna equal to people. Just say it, stupid. The media will cower in the corner and repeat that Obama is awesome.

I always avoided planting Columbines, Colorado State flower. They seem kind of weak and flimsy.

But a few weeks ago I broke down and bought three small plants. They have taken hold in their new pot. They seem to like their shady spot. They're blooming like crazy. I've never seen so many Columbine flowers from one clump. (This is three clumps, but still, it's a lot of flowers.)

My friend bought a Prius. He was showing me all the doo-dads like a kid with a new toy. He's quite well chuffed about being a good little environmentalist.

I mentioned that I knew what those red-breasted finches are that are flying around chirping all over the place. My friend goes, "They're not too afraid of people, one landed on my head." It was a baby and didn't know any better. Somehow he destroyed the nest accidentally. Then a robin built a nest under his steps and when it was done raising babies he destroyed that nest too, except there was a new batch of eggs in it and they all got crushed. Then another bird built a nest in his mailbox and he destroyed that one too but his mistake was that there were little baby birds in it at the time. He also left his starting plants outside in a plastic greenhouse and they all burned.